I always travel with an entourage. It’s good to have smaller people around you to fetch things like champagne, dry cleaning and nuclear missiles. Sometimes I throw a little metal ball across the room with my mind just to ask one of the younger mutants around me to run after it, pick it up and bring it back. It’s a power play, of course, but I do like to see teenagers scamper around like dogs. Having an entourage lets strangers know to take you seriously. The more impressive your groupies are, the more impressive you look. For instance, Mystique could have morphed into any form. I could have walked arm in arm into any casino in Monaco with a young Angela Lansbury. Damn, I would have looked sharp. But I needed her to show her true form so that strangers understood that I am a demi-god. Though, sometimes, for fun, she would become old Angela Lansbury and we would pretend to solve crimes. I love engaging in little larks from time to time—but then it’s back to conquering the human race.
—p. 671, Vol. 6, The Autobiography of Magneto X, by Erik Lensherr